Page 27 of The Chemistry Coach
Daisy fumbled to kill the sound and also navigate the freeway, but Connor pushed her hand away and stopped the book.No doubt, her face had turned the shade of a tomato.This was the worst day of her life.It would stick with her for an eternity, always keeping her up at night.On her deathbed, when her great grandchildren asked her if she had any regrets, this is what would pop into her mind.She was trapped in a vehicle packed with beautiful hockey players she admired, and her smut had played on the loudspeakers.
Silence filled the car.Daisy couldn’t decide between laughing, crying, or begging forgiveness.As usual, Valentine brought the atmosphere back to habitability.“Dude, I’m reading the wrong books.”
The entire car erupted.Valentine giggling like a little kid, Hazy howling, Connor with deep chuckles, and Daisy, wheezing, desperately trying to get air into her lungs without wrecking the car.Tears streamed down her face.They were born of both hilarity and embarrassment.
When Daisy was brave enough, she said, “Um, can we maybe pretend this never happened?”
Hazy denied her.“Not a chance, sweetheart.”
“Yeah, definitely not,” Valentine agreed.
Daisy sighed in exasperation.“Didn’t think so.Can you at least not tell my employer?”
“We would never tattle to your employer for something like that,” Connor said.“You should hear half the shit these two say in the locker room.Makes that book sound like children’s stories.”
“Well, I don’t know,” Hazy said.“That was pretty explicit.”
Daisy was going to die of embarrassment.She’d never escape.“Play some music.”She handed Connor her phone.“I’m trusting you.But please, for the love of God, turn off Bluetooth before you scar me for life again.”
Connor’s jaw dropped.“Iscarredyou?It was your book!“ He turned off Bluetooth and handed her phone back.
“You could have chosen something on the radio like a normal person.”
Valentine came to Connor’s defense.“This isn’t 2007, Daisy.Literally nobody uses the radio anymore.It’s ninety percent ads.”
“Work pays for the fancy radio.It’s got every genre you could want!”
Hazy took Connor’s side, too.“If you connect your phone, you can play the exact song you want.”
Connor pointed at Hazy.“What he said.If the radio is so good, why wasyourphone connected?”
Daisy rolled her eyes.“I wanted to listen to my book.”
Valentine drove the knife of embarrassment in deeper.“You know people can hear your audiobook from the outside, right?It’s the same as when people talk on the phone.Screams it for the whole world to hear.”
“Oh my God.Please tell me that’s not true.”Daisy begged the universe to do her this one solid.She didn’t ask for much.
Hazy reached across the car and squeezed her shoulder.“You’ve been advertising your wicked ways to the whole world.”
This explained some nasty looks she’d received in traffic.“Fuck.Can we please turn on some music and never speak of this again?Before I keel over from a heart attack?”
The men snickered but agreed to let it go.“Don’t worry,” Connor said, “I got you.”
The iconic notes of Ginuwine’s ‘Pony’ rang out through the car.Daisy moaned.The Connors dissolved into more laughter.
Chapter 10
Connor
Connorhadbeenfineas they teased her, but as soon as his last joke landed and the conversation died off, he had to come to terms with the fact he’d chosen the wrong outfit.He tried to forget Daisy’s audiobook.But it was impossible.How often did she listen to that kind of stuff?Why did it auto-connect in a company vehicle?What did she do while listening to her erotica?
He was most hung up on the last question.It was also the question that put him in such a ridiculous predicament.Connor needed to adjust himself, but that would be obvious to everyone in the car.He shifted in his seat and folded his hands in his lap.His gray sweatpants did nothing to hide his raging hard-on.At least he had the forethought to wear underwear.He didn’t always bother with sweats.They were only half an hour into the drive.Surely he’d be able to get himself under control before they got to their destination.He needed to think of something unsexy.What was unsexy?
The problem was the word unsexy.Instead of imagining something disgusting, he kept thinking, ‘unsexy, unsexy, unsexy,’ which basically translated to ‘sexy, sexy, sexy,’ and conjured the most pornographic mental images his brain could comprehend.And they all featured the woman sitting close enough for him to touch.Daisy, with her hair wild and lips bruised, looking up at him from where she sat on her knees.Daisy, in fishnet stockings and sky-high heels, bent over the kitchen island in her apartment.Daisy, naked, her tits bouncing and head thrown back in pleasure as she rode his dick.
Fuck.He needed his brain to chill, right the fuck now.He’d never come untouched, but if he didn’t stop his train of thought soon, he might experience it.His anxiety had never come in handy before, but thinking through the worst-case scenario allowed him to get himself under control.What would happen?He would come in his pants, it would show through, and he’d have no way to cover that up.He’d have to exit the car with his shame on full display.His teammates would never let him live it down.He’d have to retire early.Daisy would never be able to look him in the face again.
Thank fuck.Nothing like the precipice of a panic attack to kill a boner.
